The small church with a steeple has almost become iconic for me. When people came together in a new community one of the first joint acts was the building of a church. This church became the centre of the community. The joyous times were celebrated, and the sorrows were shared. The yard was home to the Sunday School picnic, and the basement was where the potluck suppers were held. The basement was also home to the Boy Scouts and Girl Guides.
These churches have a beauty all their own, whether clapboard siding, stone or stucco finishes. Even without anyone nearby I can hear the laughter of the children and see the buckboards and horses of those that lived too far away to drive.
Pictured here is Qualicum Baptist Church in Qualicum Beach. Lk 13:24